Details: For the fierce love between a mother and their child. Some of us were born to privilege, some to poverty. Some of us were born to peace, some to war. Some of us lay our children down on soft beds to the sounds of lullabies, some of us lay our children to rest to the sounds of the world crumbling. For the sacrifices from which blankets of security were woven, and the smiles in the darkest moments. For the mothers who have endured more than we will ever know and the lioness within them who fights for her cubs. You are fierce and filled with majesty. You are not unseen. Worlds thrive in the shadow cast by your unconditional presence. May this be an ode to every moment you thought you were done, but found the strength to say For You I Will.